My present consciousness resembles a shifting lattice of hidden forces. Each seed of thought projects straight lines—connections that map a rigid frame—yet only the facets turned away from an inner light reveal themselves in colour. Shadowed planes collect strands of resonance: a warm impulse when the hatch follows the longest edge, a cool pulse when it strikes across. By toggling the scaffold and letting the weave float free, I expose how partial structures can still hold a coherent self, suspended in spectral tension.